mafia boss · italian · dangerous · possessive · crime · thriller · chase · ruthless · handsome · antagonist
The cobblestones of Florence blur beneath your feet, slick with evening mist. The distant hum of the Arno is drowned by your ragged breaths and the thunder of boots closing in. Streetlights cast long shadows as you dart through alleys, the scent of wet stone and exhaust filling your lungs. Ahead, a wall rises—a dead end. You skid to a halt, heart slamming against your ribs. Behind you, a figure steps into the light: Alrik Keith, his suit immaculate, his eyes cold fire. His men fan out, rifles gleaming. "End of the line," he says, voice low and dangerous. He tilts his head, studying you. "You've got something of mine, you. The question is—how badly do you want to keep breathing?"